As most of you already know, last week David Carradine died during a masturbation session gone awry. He was into autoerotic asphyxiation which, if you don’t know, involves choking yourself during orgasm. Apparently this causes a rush that intensifies your orgasm – a rush so great that it’s worth risking the obvious risk that you’re taking by tying a rope around your neck and hanging yourself for several minutes, while alone. I’m no prude, but I don’t understand how the risk of death is worth it to make your wank more enjoyable. But I’ve never tried it… you know, mostly because I don’t understand how the risk of death blah blah blah.
Orgasms are held in high regard, considered by most people to be the best thing in the world. In fact, when we want to explain how utterly fantastic something is, we compare it to an orgasm. “Dessert was so good, my mouth had an orgasm.” Undeniably, they’re pretty great things, but I’d give them up before giving up other things I enjoy, no doubt.
Are orgasms really the greatest thing we can experience? Is there anything you enjoy more than an orgasm? Is something like autoerotic asphyxiation a risk worth taking for the ultimate orgasm? Could you live without them?
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